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Ryl hadn’t spoken in seventeen months. Not since the accident. But every night at 9:47 PM, his hands remembered.

Auto Pick Ryl. He never queued alone. He just queued for someone who couldn’t queue back. Auto Pick Ryl

They would find the worn controller—drift on the left stick, a cracked bumper—and queue into Nexus Arena , the world’s last living MOBA. He didn’t choose a hero. He didn’t need to. The system had learned him. Ryl hadn’t spoken in seventeen months